Friday, December 24, 2010

Month long update.

I have been busy. Real busy. I quit blogging for this month so I could focus on getting this done. I wrote more papers, read more crap, walked more puppy, built more bikes, and did all sorts of stuff in the last month of school than I really felt good about. I was really worried I had botched up the last semester of school but it turned out that it was all good. Four A's. I don't even mind that two had the little pesky - after them.

I didn't actually go to graduation. Stock photo it is.

So after I did that I decided I would do something like this. Woo big fun huh? Yeah, actually it was. It was really delicious. Then I went home SAC decided she wanted to bring me this:

6 days and 5 movies later, it was gone.

There was a balloon also, but it didn't make it to the photo gallery.

I went to Starry Nights. Yes, you can dig into my past where when I first started blogging I said I thought it was stupid, wasteful, and ruined the daytime look of the park. While I still hold those beliefs, I grinned like a sugar filled 5 year old when the shark chased the fish, all in led lights. It was fun, like usual I was cold.

Another amazing thing was my ride to SAC's house on the way to Starry Nights. I was riding my mountain bike and was cruising along. "gah, road bikes cross bikes with road tires are way faster than mountain bikes" fast forward a bit " I thought I locked my fork out, what a squishy mess" then the shit hit the fan rim hit the road. It wasn't that bad, it was more like "man this thing is going flat, I'm almost to her house, maybe I can limp there and change it using a pump and be indoors too." I rolled up to her house on the rim. I had been real careful to not turn on it or be stupid. I grabbed her pump, aired it up to 40 to see if I could find the hole (tubeless set up). No luck. I haven't put Stan's in this wheel since before ORAMM. I haven't really ridden it since then either. It held air. I rode 25 miles and it was peachy. I squeezed it this morning and it was still holding air. WTF? who knew. Maybe tubeless isn't so bad. . .

I want to build my next wheelset with Stan's rims so I can get a good set up going and make the stuff work right. My rear tire didn't want to be tubeless and it was a fiasco before ORAMM. I just haven't bothered to put the time into it to make it bareback... Even after my incident where I nailed it with a LARM on the unfinished greenline and triple flatted. Yeah I said triple flatted. Flat, hole in spare, broken valve stem on patched spare.

Since school is over I have done a good bit of lounging and relaxing. My best bud Marley has been helping with that.

I have been working a good bit and trying to get the shop whipped into shape for some serious service and sales. New guy Todd has been working out real well and he is a good guy. I have been teaching him the way of the RB and he is picking it up. Before you know it he will be a tri-bike cabling, wheel truing, beast. Like now.

RB's Nashville is open. 615-567-6633
Hit them up. They can hook you up.

Highway to the friend zone.

Friday, December 3, 2010


self portrait, while riding the rollers

McEwen podium

McEwen Booty

Fuck You, Cancer

My quiver of cross. Snicker. I said quiver.

Toes, and bb30 adapter.


Black Friday, Greenline cruising.

Not too many people, guess everyone's shopping

Soggy day of errands comes to an end.

preparing for hair removal therapy.

proof of my "sickliness"

71 page document needs bound? Zip tie that shit.

how I feel about the last 10 days of school.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

How sweets ruined the world.

I got to ride Thanksgiving Eve in shorts and a jersey. It was so nice. Ryan came by my apartment after work and we proceeded to ride from my apartment on the mountain bikes. It was fun. We rode through campus, which unfortunately did not have any eye candy to view. . . bummer. I set up a bell for our greenway adventures and placed the striker in front of my big ring shift lever. I told Ryan it was a warning. If the bell chimes and no one is around its hammer time. We rode to G-town road and headed back, all reversing it. Afterwards Andrea joined us for beer and food at RP Tracks. It was good. I had chicken and bacon and sweet potatoe fries. Sweet Sweet Jesus. I came home and played with the Marley and decided to watch Fight Club, one of my favorite movies. I am Jack.

I woke up Thanksgiving morning with no real structure and no real plan for the day. I baked muffins. We went to the dog park and played. I cleaned my car out/took the CarMax sticker off/sewed a button the seatbelt so the buckle doesn't go into the deep dark crevice between the seat and door. I also scrubbed all the hard interiors panels that had been becoming greasy from 13 months of leaving the bike shop and driving home without properly scrubbing from the elbow down.  I even took a bucket of water and cleaned up my rims so my ride looks fly (in my opinion, brake dust covered rims is equal to helmet straps over sunglasses - completley un-fucking-acceptable). I rode the trainer as it poured down rain. I watched some of the 06 Paris-Roubaix. Afterwards I did some sweaty push-ups and sit-ups and Marley helped dry me off. . . with his tongue. . . Thanks bud. I shaved my head and face, showered, and went to eat Ryan and Andrea's Thanksgiving awesomeness. After that Ryan hooked me up with a Hoover vacuum so old it has a "shag" setting (just like your mom, but she's stuck in shag-mode, just ask the whole neighborhood) and a box of glasses and kitchen mugs. Having friends rocks. We do things for each other. Like they give me crap they would Goodwill but I need in my apartment. I went home, kicked the dog and cleaned up my trainer mess.

I went to Outdoors on G-town road and Jack-ed (similar to ice, but with a Jack Daniels Down Home Punch) Andrea. Then I gave them some muffins and went home. I lazed around the rest of the day and then later went grocery shopping. Nothing too exciting, nothing too crazy.

Went to work and tried to straight hussle all day and make some mad money. Or something like that. I went to my sisters after work and stayed there in preparation for our Sunday of Thanksgiving dinner with the family. Helped her unpack her Christmas stuff, sorta.

very short bike ride, too much food, and getting tired of typing this post.
Pictures tomorrow maybe.

ps, my blog title is a lie. I love cake like this guy loves cheezeburgerz

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Short and Sweet.

Something this blog will be and I'm not. (oh snap).

So I have class starting in 20 minutes and after that I am on Thanksgiving Break. I am not working again until Saturday. What does that mean for yall? Nothing, I won't blog anymore than usual. For me it means that I am riding this afternoon with on the mountain bikes. After that we plan to drink beer and be slightly rowdy? Maybe.
My mom came down with a virus so we moved backThanksgiving til Sunday so the grandparents don't get sick. Wooooohooo. What does that mean for me? I get to spend all day riding the bike and playing with the pup and all that happy stuff. I have planned to eat dinner with my adoptive parents from and Marley will get to meet Thor, the cutest kitten ever. Hopefully the result of so much cuteness won't result in an explosion.
Friday is supposed to be cold in the morning and there is a ride leaving from at 8am. Hopefully I will make that and it will be fun. I plan to work a bit on Friday even though the shop will be closed because I need to make some peoples bikes awesome, and I'd like to make some big faced hundreds.
Saturday will be work with a bit of BS-ing mixed in. If you wanted to drop by the shop with leftovers I would be stoked. Remember, at this point when you are getting tired of leftovers I'll still be 24 hours from Thanksgiving dinner.
Sunday  I planned my family's dinner around my ability to ride Outdoors that morning. Bitching huh?
Monday school starts back up and things keep rolling.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Bring your big boy britches. . .

I just wanted to let yall know this is what I'm doing tonight. Reading a book. <------ don't click right there if your ears catch on fire when certain letters are arranged in certain ways. Those words rhyme with things you will be eating soon. Like ham, possibly duck, and the strange cod-ham. There may be others. I am not sure.
Happy Tuesday everyone.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

My Fever Finally Broke

The cross hoss fever finally broke. And yes, it is very similar to this, but not similar to this at all. I don't know if you can call it a season of cross, but it was a total  of 7 races.

I raced the Crunk series like I did last year and had a great time. The first race was good on the geared bike. The next two I did SS and a guy was sorta sad when he realized post race it took him a few laps to pass me, not lap me. I started to get some confidence in my riding ability at this point. I decided to race both days of Spooky Cross and found myself podiuming both days. OK at this point I feel good. I have been riding and it is sorta paying off. Go to McEwen and win. Note to self: ride all winter you spineless terd, keep getting better.

I race the Outdoors race and was happy/pissed at myself. I didn't warm up enough. I should have been sweating at the starting line. John King, MB team rider, who I had been able to shake off my wheel at every race, made me look like I was riding with a brick dragging behind me. He gapped me and I could never get him back. I finally got warmed up or comfortable being uncomfortable and put my head to work. Ben Knoerschild from MB was on a borrowed bike and he found me. We rode together for a while and his fitness is superior, my abilities are superior. Eventually I ended up riding alone to an overall 4th in the B race with 3rd in CX4.

Now I will turn my attention first and foremost to graduating. (see how little attention this gets. This little.)

Next year is going to be a year to kick ass and make people bleed from their eyes.

Spa-City 6 Hour
Ouchita Challenge
Syllamos Revenge
Cohutta 100 (yes I'm gonna pony up.)
Memphis Omnium

I also want to try and spend a week in CO chilling out, riding hard, maybe hiking up to a point where my lungs feel as if they will collapse.

What else should I do, all 5 people who read this?

credit: Super Awesome Courtney

Friday, November 12, 2010

Mas Cowbell

Mas Cowbell. No Mass Comida Mexicana.

I haven’t been posting. Sorry. View,, or if you need more continual updates. I have been busy racing ‘cross without cross dressing, reading ‘til my eyes melt, cutting my own hair to keep up the Holocaust victim/convict simple haircut, building new Felt F15X frames from the warranty department of Felt Bikes, eating salad, typing papers, installing FSA shallow drop road bars on SAC’s bike, brushing dog teeth, working at the bike store not gluing tubulars (I love gluing tubs on) and searching for new lamps. Add into the mix daylight savings time change and I have been zonking out at record early times all week.

McEwen Cyclocross went down at Pace’s Cog Farm this last weekend. blogger Ryan Bosio told me to STFU, HTFU, and get to the choppa because I was going whether or not my college budget said it fit or not. This proved to be an awesome decision on his part. The MB-BPC team party was the night before so I showed up after work, drank a little, talked some serious bullshine, and tried to explain to one of my former profs and now teammates that I had trumped Zeno’s Paradox of motion. She squashed that pretty quick. But it was all in good philosophical babble fueled by booze. I went home and packed, and headed to The Bosio Compound. I dove into the upstairs bed, tried to sleep, and wanted to strangle the pup for wanting to make friends with the kitty all night. On the way to the race I wasn’t feeling it. Pity Party Supreme. Ryan was feeling a little boozed from the night before but oh well, we were going make it. We arrived and I started warming up and realized this awesome log at the bottom of the hill was something that I HAD to hop. It was too far up the hill to mount at the top and I didn’t feel like getting on in the middle of the hill because the possibility of a stall/redismount seemed likely. I tried hopping it, it worked. I wasn’t convinced it was faster but thought it would be easier/more consistent at least.

Bang the gun goes off. I am sitting in 4th at the first turn and 2nd hits the deck, 3rd gets caught in traffic. Awesome I’m 2nd. Powery grass section, I’m in 4th again. Get to awesome log and 1st causes traffic, 2nd gets caught in traffic, 3rd slows to a crawl to dismount. I hopped it, hammered the hill, came out of the woods anaerobic and bleeding from my eyes with a 8-10 second gap on 2nd. I decide to live in my glory while it lasts – read as continue bleeding from the eyes. The chase group was big but not a unit, it was 5 laps of them slowly trying to reel me in through the grass sections with me gapping them at every dismount and tech feature. The log really helped my lead on every lap and I rode in to my first win on real bikes. I won a 2300g wheelset, a drawstring backpack, and Travis Werts of Sugoi clothing gave me a really cool beanie. Stoked.

I get home to an apartment that now belongs to me and my pooch, Marley. I spend the week trying to get things arranged and settled in with my newly acquired closet and bathroom space. Like I mentioned earlier I was also reading ‘til my eyes melted and typing papers etc. this week.

The Felt Warranty Cross frame with all of its BB30, anodized, better brake routing badassness showed and get built with the use of a Wheels Manufacturing BB30 to Shimango (imagine a mango that is equipped with built in electronic peeler, so those peels come off so much faster) adapter. That thing works trick. I rode it on the road on Tuesday morning. Mechanical problem, no multi tool. WTF. I fixed it after class and went and rode it. Those wheels are slow. They are great trainers though. They make the hills harder. At first I thought I was suffering from Dead Legs and pedaling squares but then I realized my wheels are nearly 1.5 lbs heavier. That is like putting a big burrito on each wheel, but far less tasty.

I rode the trainer this morning and the only thing that saved me from stabbing my eye out (my poor eyes this week, bleeding, melting, and potentially facing being stabbed from boredom) was the fact that Maury was on the Idiot Box so I could laugh at the people who go on that show.

I had Mexican twice this week. Two nights in a row. The first time was at the request of my mother for her birthday. The second night was at request of SAC and it tasted good. After trainer riding this morning it wasn’t so good. No more Mexican food this week for me, por favor.

I also got to build up a bike with Super Record 11 this week, inventory tools in the shop to send some unneeded duplicates to Nashville, and ride a fixie – brah!

Yesterday I woke up at six in the morning and went on a cleaning rampage. Washed the dog and brushed his teeth. Did the dishes and mopped the kitchen, washed bike tire marks off the apartment walls, you know. . . the regular stuff that needs done but no one ever wants to do it until you have that day. I woke up before any alarm went off, looked at the wall, and thought “holy shit I’m really awake right now. Let’s do something”. After work I went and continued my search for lamps. I ended up with hangers and a bag of bagels. I think I may actually purchase lamps tonight.

Outdoors Inc Cyclocross race this weekend. I am racing. Hoping to hit three straight weekends of cross with three appearances on the podium, hopefully the logs are stacked in my favor.

Also received my FUCancer jersey in the mail this week. Stoked.

What did you do this week?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Spooky Cross and Tri-Guy to Die For.

The weekend didn't start like this, but it whirlwinded and ended this way. Friday morning I set my Felt back up for cross racing after having it loaned out. Then I went home, went to school, ate lunch and went back to work. At work the new warranty frame had arrived. It is all BB30 compatible and has a different brake routing as well. 
I didn't bother to try and build it because I  am getting a cool adapter that will allow me to run my Shimano crank inside the BB30 bearings. The cool part is when I get ready to put a BB30 I can just slide it right through.
Friday night I went home, hung out, and got all my junk ready for the race day fun that would start the next afternoon. I prepped my Surly as a back up bike but it never even came off the car all weeekend. It was good to know it was there if I needed it though. I raised my bar height just a tad over my previous set up and it Felt good. (see what I did there?)
Saturday morning was fun, I ate breakfast, got super nervous, went to work. I glued some tubular tires and sold a mountain bike. I then unboxed my warranty frame and hung it on a frame display just for shits n giggles. Then I left for the race.
At the race I did some preriding, warming up, and general stressing. Super Awesome Courtney A(customer with a runnning problem) showed up to be my photographer, cheerleader, key holder, and generally just be awesome. I had a really good race, Andrea heckled the hell out of me and made me feel worthless all race. John King from the big boy M&B squad roadie rode my wheel and put the pressure on me all day. It wasn't until about 2 laps to go that I finally gapped him off my wheel and rode away to 2nd. I had a lot of fun with the race, even hopped this one small barrier every lap. It was good to show off a tad, it boosted my confidence and hopefully was unsettling to Mr. King sitting on my wheel.
Sunday was more of the same with a different twist. I knew I could push myself just a little harder for the whole race than I had the day before and lined up at the front, under a hoodie to stay good and warm at the start. Some guy pushed his way to the front and half wheeled me only to sit in the way when Schmidt (race official) said go so he could fiddle with and start his "Garmin wrist mounted clusterfuckness" of in my way. I got out and got hammering, passed everyone by the second cone in the open field string-em-out start and lead for the first half of the first lap. Three guys passed me on an open section. Two were uber-fast Los Locos tri guys on mountain bikes with just sick levels of fitness, the other being Boomer on SS. Hit the pavement and it was me, Mr. King, and Garmin all together. 2nd lap the King and I gapped Garmin off our wheel on the pavement and sorta did what we did the day before, I hammered and he held on. I tried something a little different and it actually worked out. He could hold my wheel in the singletrack, so I couldn't shed him there. I knew that from the day before. I just slowed down a tad in the singletrack so he would still be working, but I would have a little more to snap with in the open fields and stuff. He attacked me on the last hill of the last lap and ended up gassing himself trying to shake me. I ran like a mad man through the barrier and took him back, then rode away from him. He saved what he had left for the Masters race.
I ended up almost naked, beer poured on me, and generally intoxicated with my cash n prizes neatly tucked into a speed bottom (see above, if your eyes still work)

Standover height is premium, but you probably didn't notice a bike in the picture.
Gutting it like a real boy.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Old English Cyclocrunk?

That kinda week.

Tonight I'll race some SS cyclocrunk.
Then I will go to the bar and have fun.
And not worry about my broken car, broken dryer, or anything else.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Campy Electric, Cross Racing, & No One Cares.

So I just took a look at the first article I have seen about Campy Tech Lab Electronic Shifting. I can say that I am not at all impressed. Rough quote that won killed the article "ours is different from Di2. Theirs has 10 gears, ours has 11".

If you want to impress me do what FairWheels Bikes did. Make Di2 work with 13 gears on the freehub or something like that on a road bike. Or rework the shifting sequence, remove overlapping ratios, and use one shifter for a Di2 mountain setup. Now you got me hot and bothered.

But don't act like your shit don't stink because you have 11 gears and you made it shift with a button. We still can't reach the thumb button from the bottoms of the drops. I have big, hairy, manly hands and I can't shift Campy comfy from my drops. Anyone else thinking that Campy hoods feel like Shimano 9spd Tiagra hoods?

Sounds like Campy wanted to find a way to separate rich bastards from more of their money. Round of high fives, break out the cham-pain.  Rant about that over.

Cross season is in full swing and I want the tunnel style runup/ramp/underpass that they had in Louisville. Google it, it was rad. I have thought about how cool it would be have steps in a cross race every time I ride from my apartment and shoulder my bike when I get home to come inside.

Other Cross related news. Last crunk is Tuesday. I want to finish the race and boogey over to the bar and get loose. If I drink enough I will probably pronounce myself SS CRUNK CHAMP then steal Russ's Crown.

Sorry, no one probably cares. I'm going to eat waffles, play with my dog, and do homework. That is the order of importance/priority as well.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

See you out there

First things first.
I got a "The Stick" and used it for the first time yesterday.  I rolled around in the floor making my O face for like 10 minutes. If you haven't ever used one, just go by one....  I wish I had a time machine so I could go back in time and have one for the last 3 years of biking. Buy one from Fleet Feet and hope the girl helping you doesn't have icing covered fingers (from making, baking, and delivering/mailing cupcakes).

Second things second.
Get it.
It has been fun. Next week there is beer at the Young Ave Deli after the race. Which is strategically (coincidentally) located directly between the race and my house.

I have a good plan - Ride to race. Gut myself on SS. Don't get lapped by Russ & Boomer like I did last week. They got me on the last lap. Start drinking. Ride to the bar. Finish drinking. Ride home. What can go wrong in this scenario? Everything. I'll keep you posted.

Third things, well, third.

More Flexin'

Happy Saturday.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

File This Under Brain Bleach or Spank _ _ _ _ ?

If the thought of me half naked turns you off, don't follow this link to andrea's bathroom of haircuts. If it does, then clickity-clack shazam your night away.

A night of dogs, burgers, beer, and oddly enough tag-teaming one another with a pair clippers.

In bike related news I rode myself into the ground this morning in a brave attempt to catch the outdoors ride after leaving 15 minutes late due to un-cross-a-fying my cross bike for a road ride and then getting caught by a train. I did some long sustained efforts, talked to myself like I was a stupid slave child, and cut off two sections and actually did catch them. Luckily for me the rest of the ride we rode a "gentleman's pace" which still made my eyeballs want to melt after my one hour solo work I did to find the group. I tried not to pull any today, it worked out.

I did get my brownies at the store, too.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Things have been busy.

This last while has been hectic. I have been reading, writing and riding a bunch. Mid-termpapers/exams were just due this week and I had a hell of a time getting all that done and turned in on time. I also raced the cyclecross I mean Cyclocrunk. It was a ton of fun. BRB I'm gonna try and steal a pic. Success, thanks Tulio - sorry your knee kept you off the bike. After the Crunkness more fun stuff happened this week and everything is pretty hectic in a non-scholastic way too. All things work out in the end.
it was "too hot" for zipped up.
So it was my first race-ish debut in my BPC kit and the shit talking is already piling in. All in good fun. . . . I said all in good fun, right boys? Alright well with that rant over, my race went better than I thought it should, especially since my barrier training for this year was uhhhh, this race. I think my ungodly long legs coupled with my young stupidity allow me to abuse myself in that fashion and only limp for a few days afterwards. I didn't get lapped this year, which was a pretty good accomplishment since some legit people come to have fun. Dr. Big N Hairy showed up on the SS steel mountain bike. His words were something to the effect of "a lot more spandex and a lot less crunk than I expected". It was still tons of fun for everyone, I hope.

Next week I won't rock the Defeet UnD-Lite unless it is cooler outside. I got a little bit on the extra warm side, which made my very happy I had brought a clean jersey with me. I rode over from the house so I had a bag with some post-race grub, arm-warmers, a dry jersey, and a big rear taillight so I wouldn't get squished cruising back to the crib. All in all it was a great way to blow $7 dollars.

I will take my camera to document post-race finale Young Avenue shenanigans.

Oh, and yesterday a big box of cupcakes showed up at the shop. I got milk on the way to work today and had mine with a nice chocolate milk. MMMMM. We must be providing some Grade A asskissing service if we get that.

This morning I hit the drive through to the bank on my gravy train -aka Surly CrossCheck, then rode the new Greenline to go to Lowes and pick up electrical tape for the shop. I hit a pretty gnarly decent when re-entering the Greenline, for a fixed gear cross bike. I'll take photos while I'm on fall break and make a good blog that is worth reading, for once.

Keep it classy Cap'n Cyclist.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Biscuits, a Goatee and a Snake.

Not my original pic, but similar to what I ate.

 So lately I have been really busy. Since the last time I was here I have probably read 500+ pages and skimmed a few more, typed 5-6 pages of stuff, ridden my bike a few times, went to the gym twice, and started my own facial hair collection.
15 cool things about facial hair:
1) You don't have to shave as much of your face.
2) You can play with it in class instead of listening to your teacher.
3) It is warm on chilly rides.
4)Shit, I haven't had a goatee that long so I guess I don't know that many cool things about it. I was a little overambitious from the start of that one. I might shave it off because it is itchy sometimes though. And makes me look slightly like a child molester.

So last time I said I had my bike for next year all figured out. But I am pretty much a liar. I have changed my mind more than anyone in the world should about what to race next year. I want steel, I want a rigid fork, I want SS compatible, I want it encrusted in diamonds, why is this hard for me to find? It not like I'm looking for a tap dancing t-rex. I have been served up some wisdom and troof so I am going to sit on my decision for at least 12 more minutes.

rawr rawr, rawr rawr rawr.
In other news that is completely unrelated to dinosaurs, I had been getting some wicked pain in my jaw from TMJ type symptoms. I thought I was going to have to spend lots of hard earned money and go into debt so I could open my mouth to bite a sandwich without wantint to cry, but I actually got it fixed thanks to the help my coworker's dad, who is a dentist. By simply changing my sleeping habits the pain has gone from wicked to dull.

I went to the Greenline official opening this morning and passed out a bunch of coupons to people on bikes. It was a good fun time. I accidentally ran over a snake on the gravel road between gardener road and the walnut grove bridge. Whoops. I didn't realize it was there until the last second and kinda bunny hopped it. I guess I didn't hit it because it wasn't moving in a pissed off ran over by a bike fashion. I went back and threw a rock at it to make sure it was alive. It was. I took pictures but don't have my camera cord to upload photos. Hence all the stolen pictures for today.

I just emailed a friend with two serious questions and joking question of "Why is the Earth round?''. He replied and answered the first two, but his answer for the last was priceless. "Gravity, bitches."

 Crunk starts this week. I hope to see them bare, errm I mean, see you there.

Friday, October 1, 2010

St. Jude, My Last Week, and How I Picked My Dream Bike.

So out of my last 7 days since we chatted last nothing has really happened in my life that was spectacular that I felt it needed to be blogged about. I worked a charity event for St. Jude - RB's Cyclery sent as a support person for the Give Thanks. Ride. Yeah I didn't think the name was alllllll that clever, however I didn't make the event. I just worked it. Sorta. As soon as we left I was wishing I had my camera becuase there were people who walked the Auction Street bridge. It was silly. I was sitting on the back of the pack trying to drive that slow and my car was just not happy. It was the "slower than first gear wants to go up this hill" speed that made me feel really bored. I helped out one guy by telling him his bike was FUBAR and giving him a ride back into downtown. Then the fun began. I decided that myself and the guys from Peddler should just leap frog until the 40/70 mile split and I'd clean up the 40 and they would have the 70 mile luxury. The route was pretty much the same as the Saturday morning ride from Outdoors so I was feeling brave in the Focus and quickly realized that if I drove that fast I was going to need a SAG myself. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and I ended up eating a sandwich and going back to work.

I went to school all week and did lots of homework. Imagine stacks and stacks and stacks of books. Yeah I didn't read nearly that much. I worked some like usual. I rode some like usual.

In other not so interesting news, I made up my mind on which road bike and which mountain bike I will be riding next year. I have decided that I will be riding a bunch and that having 10 gears in the back in really important (OMG I MUST HAVE). I am going to really do this bike right. I am buying something a little less exotic for the mountain bike so I can build some wheels to go on it and have a lighter wheels. I plan to ride the stock wheels 90% of the time and really just race the others. Same goes for the road. I want a cool bike with some even cooler wheels. Why am I being so vague? Because I believe in pics or it didn't happen so I am holding off on bragging about my new bike til I have it.

My Felt Nine Race hardtail 29er is currently for sale ($1000) and available for not so immediate pickup. I plan to reinstall the fork and front chainrings tonight so that it is all ready freddy because I know someone wants my bike. They want to have MY bike that is bad enough for ORAMM, Syllamo's Revenge, and some Lake Sylvia fire roads. They want to caress my saddle.  Maybe not that much but for whatever the reason it is very for sale. It will be stock plus Fizik saddle and FSA SL-K carbon post, and the big chainring. The big chainring isn't XT. I broke that one. I didn't spend the 432803 dollars to buy the XT one to fix it. I got the SLX style. It will work the same.

Sorry I'm boring lately.

Friday, September 24, 2010

New products, my opinion.

So I recently have gotten some new products. I have been promising the entire interwebz my view of some things and now I will give them forth.

Defeet UnD-lite base layer.
First up is the Defeet Un D lite base layer that is probably the best product for a guy my size. I have worn it on a few rides where I make it out before 7am during our cold spell and its perfect. For those days you don't need arm warmers but you wish you could zip your jersey up even more for the first 15 minutes of a ride. The suggested temperature range is pretty hot, like 70-82 or something in the neighborhood. It is paper thin and awesome. I would compare the material to feel pretty similar to the mesh material in a set of high-end bib shorts. As soon as I get warmed up and sweating, unzipping the jersey gives about the same airflow, again it isn't something I hate for being "too hot".

Also 100% Marley dog approved.
Also new product and a new experience for me was receiving a package without knowing/paying for the contents. The e-mail I got from the guy said something like "I'll drop some in the mail for you, oh yeah, this means your sponsored by Handlebar Mustache bitch!"
A strange package appears. . .

Self Explanatory.

I don't remember his wheels square, stupid CO mechanics.

Too lazy to rotate.

So the shirts are pretty cool, they are super soft and extra cuddly. I think I may get one of their jerseys as well for some mountain bike racing in the upcoming season. If no one is going to pay me mad stacks of cash til I got plenty money. Until then I'll be eating the occasional Top-Ramen and what not.

Also I got some Descente bib shorts in the last few weeks and they have made me a definite happy. They fit nice and make my legs look all Quadzilla and what not. They help those long days in the saddle that make me become super zombie. The only things that make me happy and rested are my Zoot Compression Socks then I'm ready for snooze action. Like this.

12 day Goat-T, farmers tan, Marley. Fuck Yes's.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Just the tip.

I got some cool products in the last few weeks I plan to review, always tomorrow though.Well tonight may be the night so look forward to something cool coming soon. Until then, this is my dog, he is awesome. Way cooler than your dog.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The voice with 100 watts.

Sorry I have been all weaksauce on updating lately. I have been pretty busy in general between getting Iced, riding my bike like this guy is chasing me, working on bikes, and doing school work. Sorry Charlie, life comes before the interwebz.

 Speaking of riding my bike alot, I rode the Trinity ride yesterday morning and didn't quite make it to the end, but sometimes that isn't too terrible. I chased the group for 2.5 miles willing myself to regain contact but I couldn't. I finally lost sight of the pack and just settled in to spin back to Ryan's house. I showered up, hit a mexican place, and went to work. I had to eat again during work and it was orgasmic. I had a milkshake large enough that my dog could have climbed inside the cup when I was done. Last night I got home and stretched out in the floor and ZONK 30 minutes disappeared. It was awesome.

Kris (my super awesome girlfriend, duh) came home from work and we watched Bubble Boy and ate some dinner. I loved that movie. It was just stupid funny the whole time. Back to getting dropped.

This morning I awoke after sleeping the sleep of the wicked and felt like a million bucks, or atleast one good Outdoors Super Spirited Sunday Spin-around. That's right, I just renamed the ride. Well I didn't have my shit together so I left the house a little late and ended up having to run WFO all the way from the front door to the ride to make it on time. I did catch Frank Reanuaoiuiolt (sp?) of Renn Multisport on Union and cruise in with him. I showed up and realized today was going to be a legit ride. I was a lil sore/ready to rumble all at once from Trinity, but some of the people there were fast, or on their tt bikes, or I was just in general setting myself up some excuses.

Things were good rolling out and I got some bickering about how pulling leading out down to the Mud Island was going to get me dropzillaed in 20 miles. I informed the gentleman I had done this ride more than once but he needed to hop front and pull if he was worried about me. Things were a tad faster than usual rolling out. The guy who bickered at me apologized rolling into the Forest, telling me he wasn't trying to put me down (read as I rode legit so far). Once in the Forest we were pitching up the 5th lil bump or so and David C. Jones is on my wheel. As I lost contact with the guy in front of me and a gap opened to 1.5 bike lengths he came around me and barked "come on". I swear his voice shot 100 watts into my legs because I found some juice to jump on his wheel and stay attached to the pack. Leaving the General Store I made a stupid attack on Watson and my legs flipped me of. I was dropped and it was still a good ways back. I chased from the sprint point on Watson all the way through the neighborhoods. I kept my head down and tried to pace the flats and attack each bump then sit and recover and pace to attack the next bump. I attacked every corner until finally I could see the group getting closer so I put my head down and didn't look up til I saw bikes again. I hung on through the rest of the fast stuff and felt good.

Pretty much the whole post is a narcissistic recap of my two weekend road rides where I didn't get my ass handed to me in a fruit jar.

Oh and people, quit freaking out because I can ride my cross bike on the road. Yes it is heavy, just like your love handles.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Big, Long, & Uncut.

So after I had my flat-imus maximus encounter the other day I began to have seller's remorse on getting rid of my single speed 29er. I began to think I hadn't given it full consideration and was pretty much just being a Jimmy addict and thought I should give it a go.

A friend of mine once told me he could take his bike from geared 1x9 to SS in 30 minutes. I'm not calling bullshine on him, I was just always curious how long it would take me to do a similar project. I headed to the bike room to start my project and had to make an abrupt u-turn to get my beer. I began by removing my big ring and setting up my middle ring with SS appropriate bolts. I then fiddled with the front derailleur to see what kind of shifting performance I would have running a 2x9 set up on my bike.

Then I began really tearing stuff off and placing it neatly in a gallon bag. I was really cussing my decision of not doing this at work as my bike room in the apartment is less than awesome for bike repairs. The tools and work bench end up separated by the bike you are working on. I got my stuff all figured out and then I fiddled and bickered with myself on tire choice. I have been running a Karma 1.9 on the rear and it does really well, I have been wanting to try a WTB Vulpine 2.1 so it won the bet and on the bike it goes. I then get everything but chain tension dialed because I don't have an 18mm cone wrench at home for tensioning the Singulator. This all took me about 45 minutes, and I fiddled with the front derailleur and changed a flat. He is spot on and I think I could do it that quick, the second time.

The next day I went to Brickhouse's humble abode and put some tension on the chain and she let me borrow some Ergon Corks to try out. I had ridden a pair of Ergon's in the past and gave them a big thumbs down, but wanted to try them out again because my style of riding has changed. (I ride more than 45 minutes at a spell these days.) The grips slid onto my favorite handlebar like they were a match made in heaven.

So far everything has been good. I raced the Niner bar at ORAMM and have been a huge fan since the first second I put it on my bike. I like how it is big and long, I ride it an uncut 710mm wide. The flatness is cool because I love me some drop. I have been riding the bike rigid for atleast the last month and I like that too. The grips are feeling pretty good and the wings do have a cushioning effect that is pretty cool. Also, I did one good ride on it so far as SS and the whole setup seemed pretty spot on. SS isn't as bad as I thought, I just don't think I need a dedicated bike for it. Now a bike with some options, I could handle that.
Pardon the scratches, I found this bar at work.

rigid fork too.

Ergon grips. Corky fresh.
full excuse bike, reflector not included.
Doh! Goat Gear is still attached!

how to flat 3 times in 10 minutes.

The first thing you have to do is ride solo, take all the stuff you would need to fix a flat. Pump, CO2 cartridges, inflator head, patch kit. The next step is to go ride, in my case I rode the Rails to Trails Greenline from UofM area to Shelby Farms and then rode some WRT and headed home. Then you must run over one very Large, Angry, Rusty, Metal thing hiding in the gravel on the rail trail.
Marley and LARM, Mar totally unimpressed with it. If he only knew its danger.

They had been doing some grating and packing and apparently this LARM was waiting for his prey. Like a fish who sits with his mouth open until a smaller fish floats in, that was the tactic of this LARM.
I was cruising and jamming and had been passing people like they were sitting still. (Technically, this family was sitting still when I passed them.) Anyways, I was enjoying myself and this nice day and waving to all the people I saw when things got ugly. I got within striking distance of the LARM (i.e. I ran over it) and my whole ride hops in a handbasket labeled "Express delivery to Hell". I hear this awful clink-clank noise and lock my rear brake. Immediately things don't feel right and I know something is bad wrong. I hop off the bike and look to see this thing hanging out of my tire. "whew, no biggie I got my flat stuff". I had feared rear derailleur snap-tastic or something much worse. I get to work and I put my spare tube (more on tube later) in the tire. Quick decision that since the weather is nice and I can hear someone's radio from backyard party I will save my CO2 and just pump it up with my Crank Brothers mini pump with two stage air setting. It is super nifty. This tube has been with me a good while. Since Syllamo's Revenge . . . 2009.  Man this is taking forever. Shit, I'm sweating into my eyeballs and my arm had swollen to nearly the size of a mop handle from all the pumping. Genuine Innovations to the rescue! I hit it with a quick shot of gas from this awesome cartridge and then realize my new tube, my trusty tube, my spare from Syllamo's Revenge 2009 & 2010, and ORAMM 2010 is leaking. So I pull it out, patch it up, reinstall it and start pumping away again. I only had one cartridge with me. I get my tire about half aired up when the family I passed earlier comes past and the dad is mouthing off "This isn't ready for street bikes bud" I reply, while holding up the LARM "Nothing is ready for this" and then continuing pumping. I pulled my pump off and PHHHHHHEEEEEEEWWWWP out comes the air through the now broken off valve stem. I picked my phone up, called my buddy, and called it a day.

As I have said before and still continue to believe, any day on the bike is better than a day at the office. It was better than no ride, better than working, and better than being dumb and lazy and screaming into my videogame headset to some guy I don't know about some game that doesn't matter.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Lengthy Recap From the Week

The last 8 days have been a pretty wild and constant adventure. I'm going to break it down into manageable sections and just fill in the pictures at the bottom.

-Brickhouse and I decided that we needed to take matters into our own hands and build a pump track. She used her wits to gain access to some private land where we can dig our very own pump track. Things have been started over there and seem to be going in the right direction. We need some rain to make the soil less resistant to our shovel blades and more agreeable to packing in and holding its shape.

-Work has yet to slow down, it seems that things are running stronger than "the bus" these days. I have been working some funky hours around my school schedule (more on that in 5, back to you, work craziness) and generally just not stopping long enough to sit down. All of these things are good because I always am a firm believer of the idea of busy = job security. Hopefully Rod won't fire my ugly ass anytime soon. Rod wouldn't fire, but Jay would. Jay is evil. I'm kidding Jay is very nice and agreeable.

-My cluster fuck of a school schedule has me on campus from 11:00ish to 2:30ish most of the week. This has been a real fun time. I'll roughly quote my father here "Boy, you'd rather wipe a lion's ass with a handful of metal shavings in a telephone booth than" have a class schedule like that. He would give us that line with slight changes whenever we raised an idea he was opposed to because he had no serious reason to object but wanted to raise a little hell anyways. It usually worked. I mean think about it. This would be some serious shit. That may be part of the reason that I have such a vivid and graphic imagination.

-On a brighter note I was able to squeeze in some pre class riding on Monday and Wednesday. Monday's ride was pretty much a fail however as I grazed a tiny bit of skin off my finger on the Wolf River bridge of the CSX Greenway. I was snaking between a truck and the guard rail on my way towards Shelby Farms and hit my pinky on the guard rail. It bled, no biggie. By the time I was heading home it had tried to scab up, effectively blood gluing my finger to my grip. I was doing a pretty maxed out effort and when I hopped out of the saddle to really make my legs feel the pain train that was rolling down the rail bed my finger pops open again. This time my heart rate is around 179 and I can feel the blood dripping off my finger tip in the wind. White and Red make Pinky!!!1!! Image below.

Wednesday's ride was much better. I rode with the local Orbea rep who "hadn't been on a mountain bike in a few years" - direct quote and was wanting to try out his new bike. It was an easy hour of me playing tour guide at the WRT and trying to be polite. Since Travis is a Cat 2 who podiumed at the Memphis race I told him I would play nice in the dirt if he wouldn't break me on the road. He agreed, yet I'm not 100% sure he won't have me cutting deals with the devil as I watch his custom Sugoi kit disappear up the road.

-Pinky of Doom returned on Thursday to make itself known. All week I thought I had been doing a swell job of keeping it clean and wrapped up. I was at work changing a flat tire and all-in-the-sudden I bumped my pinky on a spoke when using the tire lever to pull the tire away from the rim. I thought I may shit myself it hurt so much. I was truly flabbergasted that such a small appendage could house so much pain. I get home and unwrap only to find something similar to this finger. Ok it wasn't that bad but some of the colors matched and I was afraid it would look like that so I made a deal with my girlfriend to get it looked at in the morning at the campus clinic.

-Campus Clinic from the Heavens. No appointment boom bam thank you ma'am. I wasn't in that quaint building on campus 30 minutes and received a tetanus booster shot, finger evaluation, finger cleaning, bandaging, general scolding for not keeping my shots up to date, and a prescription for an antibiotic to help ensure I keep an even number of digits. All I had to pay was 5 dollars for my antibiotic. It was seriously some fast service.

-Friday after work I went to No Regrets Tattoo Emporium to watch my girlfriend endure hours 3 and 4 of her 4 hour tattoo adventure. I was bored out of my mind some of the time, some times appalled at the amount of metal people hang in their pieces parts downstairs (I was looking through their book of work) and just having a grand time chatting with the shop employees. Kris's friend Alana was their hanging out and we were shooting the shit and generally being a nuisance. I decided that I wanted some big bling in my life and had Mark stretch my ears up to a 4g (nearly 5mm wrench compatible ear lobe) and put in some nice shiny plastic diamonds. I played bitch. It hurt, real bad. I am going to follow Mark's (the bringer of the pain/metal insertio guru) advice and wait until after Thanksgiving before I step it up to 2s, but it is coming eventually. Kris's tattoo was finally finished and it looks really cool (and sexy) so needless to say I can't wait til that is all healed and ready to be shown off. After that we went to our favorite spot R.P. Tracks and had a bite to eat.

-Rabble Frabble I'm sure some other stuff happened that I forgot about but it happens.

-I was going to do the 7am Outdoors ride but the temperature to body fat ratio was all out of wack, so I decided to wait until the 9am group. How cold does it have to get before armwarmers are acceptable. Hmm, to be comfy or to be Fred, that is the question. I ended up falling alseep and not waking up in time to make the 9am start so I did some stuff around the house, played lazy, and rode a pretty steady effort on my mountain bike on the unfinished Rails to Fails. More on that ride tomorrow.